Underground Healing
by CeliaEquus
Summary: Sarah is shot by burglars, and Aboveground medicine can't help her. How far is her family willing to go to save her? And what will she think of their drastic measures when she awakes in the castle beyond the goblin city? SW/J


"Underground Healing"

"Toby! Get down!"

A shot was fired as Sarah shoved her half-brother to the floor behind the armchair. It clipped her ear, but she didn't notice. Karen, her step-mother, screamed, and was pulled back behind the sofa by her husband and Sarah's father, Robert.

The house had been broken into while they were out. Unfortunately, timing had been against them. Barely a minute after the break-in, and the Williamses returned home, having skipped dessert at the restaurant in favour of an early night. They had been celebrating Sarah's graduation from high school. She was almost eighteen now, but had never lost her child-like fascination with fantasy.

"Sarah! Watch out!" Robert bellowed to his daughter, and she ducked her head in time while one of the robbers fired. He then turned his gun on Robert and Karen, hitting the top of the sofa, his aim poor in the darkness, and hampered by his flashlight.

"I'm scared," Toby whimpered, and Sarah wound her arms around his middle, a tear falling onto the top of his head. What could they do? She'd call on help from the Underground, but didn't want to endanger her friends, who would be no match against firearms.

"I know, Tobes. I'm sorry about this."

"It's not your fault."

"Sometimes people still apologise for things that aren't their fault," she whispered back.

"What do you mean?"

"Look out!" Karen shouted, and Sarah scrunched up her brother, wrapping her body around him entirely as the footsteps got closer. If they ran now for the sofa, where they would be safest in the corner of the room, they'd risk being shot. But they were even more at risk where they were. Sarah had to make a decision.

How is this any more dangerous than the Labyrinth? she wondered wryly. Tightening her arms around Toby, she made up her mind.

"Keep your head down, and your body to the wall," she whispered directly into his ear. "Can you do that for me, Tobes?" He nodded. "Great. That's… great. Ready, then?" Another nod. "Then let's go."

Once they were both on their feet, but still crouching, they turned slowly, Sarah still protecting his body as best she could. Then they ran, Sarah moving his body so that he was protected from their attackers at all times.

BANG!

"Sarah!" some yelled.

* * *

The robbers had run after the girl was shot, worried that she might die. Murder—even manslaughter—carried a heavier sentence than assault or burglary, after all. The Williamses were too worried about Sarah to think about anything else. Toby called an ambulance, even though his father had to tell him what to say and do. Fortunately, as soon as the neighbours had heard the first shots, they had called the police. By the time they had arrived, Sarah was being wheeled out of the house by the paramedics.

Robert insisted on riding in the ambulance with his daughter, and Karen wanted to take Toby to the hospital as well, to be checked over. The police promised to drive them there once they had given a statement. Once that was done, Karen grabbed her handbag, picked up her son, and they left the house, while the forensic team took over.

"We'll let you know when we catch the burglars, ma'am," the female constable said when they arrived at the hospital.

"Thank you," Karen said shakily, and she and Toby got out of the car. Someone was already waiting for them, and took them inside, leaving the two constables to return to the house, and join the search.

* * *

"I'm afraid there's nothing we can do," the resident told the Williamses. Karen's head dropped into her hands, and Toby's eyes welled up with tears. He huddled into his parents' arms, trembling. "We've tried everything, but…"

"Thank you," Robert said, trying to keep his voice steady. "How… how much longer?"

"Not long at all," the doctor replied. "Would you like us to leave?" They all nodded, and the medical team left the room.

Sarah was pale, paler than she usually was. If she had been conscious, she would have cried to see her family so distraught, and even more so that her friends from the Underground weren't there to say goodbye.

Karen was the first to speak.

"I wish… I wish someone could tell us what to do to save her, right now," she said, and Toby looked at his mother in astonishment. He then said something so serious that it could have easily come from an adult instead.

"What… what did you say?" he asked quietly. They all looked up and at the window, where a barn owl was tapping at the glass. All of a sudden, the window opened, seemingly all on its own, and he swept in. After all that had happened that night, it was just natural for the Williamses to cower from the intruder… even more so when the feathered intruder turned into a tall, fair-haired, handsome man, who tilted his head at them.

"You wished for me to tell you how to save someone," he said to Karen, who could only nod dumbly. He frowned at Toby—the child seemed familiar; perhaps he had been wished away before?—but continued to speak to the wisher. "Who must be saved?"

"My d… my step-daughter," Karen said, quickly correcting herself. "She's dying. She was shot…"

Jareth turned around to the hospital bed to see how bad the injury was, and all the blood left his face when he saw who it was.

"Sarah," he whispered hoarsely.

"You're him, aren't you?" Toby asked. "You're the Goblin King."

"Yes," Jareth replied absently, and then he realised who it was. He turned back, tearing his eyes from the one person he truly loved. "And you're Toby. My, how you've grown." He smiled sadly, and then returned his attention to the young woman who lay dying. He approached her side.

"How did you know their names?" Robert asked. Jareth ran his hand in the air over the top of Sarah's body. She didn't have much time left; but, even though it was a bullet that had harmed her, now that the doctors had thoughtfully extracted it, she could be healed by magic… if she was in the Underground.

"Your daughter once wished your son away to the Underground, and solved my Labyrinth to win him back," he said. Robert and Karen's jaws dropped open. "She's the only person ever to have done that, you know. She really does care about the child."

"Grant her wish," Toby said clearly. Jareth's head turned around a fraction.

"Ah, yes," he said, his hands shaking badly as he retreated from the hospital bed a few steps. "She can be healed, but only in the Underground. Toby. You know what to do." It wasn't a question. The four-year-old cleared his throat.

"I wish the goblins would come and take Sarah away… right now," he said. There was a flash of darkness, the sound of scurrying feet, and Sarah was no longer there.

"Thank you," Jareth said sincerely. "I'm afraid it was the only way to save her. But… it means that she has to stay in the Underground. Forever."

"What?" Robert shouted, leaping to his feet. "I can't lose my daughter! I was prepared for this; but never to see her again?"

"Then come with me," the king said, and he created a crystal out of thin air. "You may all come. I can make it so that none of you ever existed here." He created two more crystals, rolling them around on the flat of his palm. They all watched, hypnotised. "Do you want this?"

"Yes," Karen said. She looked at her husband. "I want to think of Sarah as my daughter. I almost do."

"And I want to be with Mummy and Sarah," Toby told his father. Robert nodded, and looked at Jareth.

"We accept," he said. The Goblin King threw one crystal to each of them, and all three disappeared.

Now he just had to alter things in the Aboveground…

* * *

"_Sarah… wake up, my darling… your family is here… please come back to me… friends, too… wake… healers think you're doing well… I love you… get better soon… don't die… please return to us…"_

When Sarah Williams woke from a deep slumber, she sat up, and then immediately sank back onto the pillows of the strange bed she was in. In fact, the room itself was strange. For one thing, it was huge, bigger than any bedroom she had ever been in. For another, it was pristine white, with stripes of cream and grey. What had happened?

Of course! The shooting! She remembered losing consciousness. Maybe this was a hospital? No. She wasn't hooked up to any machines. Maybe she was… dead?

These thoughts ran their course within a matter of moments—the few moments it took for Karen to rush to her side.

"You're awake," she said, her voice quieter than a whisper. "Sarah."

"Am I… am I dead, Karen?"

"No," her step-mother replied, tears shining as they made their way down her cheeks. "No; not at all, sweetie. You're safe. It was the only way, but we're all together, and that's the main thing, isn't it?"

"All? Are you okay? Where's Dad? Where's Toby? Did they get him?" Sarah was now in a panic. She heard movement nearby, and turned to see…

"Hoggle!" she cried. Her first Labyrinth friend woke up from his nap, and a big smile broke out on his face.

"She's awake!" he shouted, and there were thumps as people fell off their chairs. Karen helped Sarah sit up carefully as Hoggle leapt up onto the large hospital bed, and launched himself into Sarah's arms. She laughed, and held him close. When Karen went to move away, she took her hand.

"Thank you," she whispered, and Karen nodded at her, before returning to the armchair she had been resting in during her watch. Toby jumped up onto the bed, followed by Sir Didymous. Robert hurried to the bedside as well, and Sarah felt the thumping of Ludo's feet on the floor as he came into view.

"Sawah!" he cried. "Sawah okay!"

"Yes," she said, nodding while the tears poured down her face. "I'm okay, Ludo. Hello, Sir Didymous. Hello, Toby dear. Is Ambrosias here?" she asked the knight as Toby snuggled into his big sister's side.

"Nay, my lady," he replied. "The healers would not allow him in here, and he ran from their threats! They did not even wish for Sir Ludo or myself to be here! But the king prevailed, my lady, and let us stay." He patted her hand. Sarah's eyes grew wide.

"The king… he's here?" she asked, and she swallowed as they all nodded. "But… but _why_?"

"It's my castle and my kingdom, Sarah," came the voice of the Goblin King. Sarah craned her head around, trying to see him. He emerged from behind Ludo. "Hello again."

"H-hello," she said. She hid her blush in Toby's hair. "Wait. I'm in… the Underground?"

"Yes," Robert said. "We've been here for two weeks and… how many days?"

"Three," Jareth said, keeping his gaze on Sarah's face. Why wouldn't she look at him?

"Two weeks and three days," Robert confirmed. "You would have died if we'd stayed there; and his highness has been really hospitable to us. He had all the best healers working on you around the clock, and allowed this guest room to be used for your recovery so we could all be here."

"You did that?" Sarah asked, finally looked at the Goblin King again. He nodded carefully. "So… now that I'm better…"

"You're not fully recovered yet," came an unfamiliar voice. One of the healers—a female dwarf—came into view. She tutted until Toby, Sir Didymous, and Hoggle had all climbed off the bed. Robert also moved away, back to Karen's side, letting the healer do her work. "You've still got to stay in bed until the end of the week before we can even consider letting you out of this room."

"So once I _am_ better," Sarah corrected, "what then?"

"We… have to stay here," Karen said, looking down at her feet. "I'm sorry, Sarah. It was my fault. But it was the only way…"

"What do you mean, your 'fault'?"

"She wished for someone to tell her how to make you well again," Jareth said, drawing her attention back to him. "When I checked you, I realised that the only way to save you was to bring you here. Unfortunately, you must now stay here; and your family wouldn't leave you. So they're here as well."

"What?" Sarah said, her voice low again. "How… I…"

"You can stay here with us now, Sarah," Hoggle said. "No more having to talk through the mirror; no more sneaking into your bedroom for parties."

"And what choice is there, my lady?" Sir Didymous pointed out.

"Sawah stay here?" Ludo pleaded, his ears out at the side.

"As you said, Didymous," she said, turning to him, "what choice do I have? Of course I'll be happy to stay here… I mean, in the Underground. Particularly since I have my family with me," she added, smiling at Karen, Robert, and Toby. "And you're my family, too," she continued, nodding to Sir Didymous, Hoggle, and Ludo. "Which I guess makes them your family, as well." She giggled, the sound weak. The healer tutted again, examining the back of Sarah's head, where the bullet had lodged itself, nearly killing her.

"Don't get excited, young lady," she scolded. "You're lucky you survived the humans playing about with you like that."

"Ludo have another brother?" Ludo asked, looking at Toby, who grinned back at him.

"You sure do!" he announced, and he ran into the beast's arms. Hoggle was blushing—not that anyone could tell—and Sir Didymous was declaring that Toby would no doubt become Sir Toby one day. Jareth left the room silently, and Sarah was the only one who noticed his absence. She frowned, but instead turned her thoughts to the voice she had heard while she recovered. Who was it?

* * *

At the end of the week, Sarah was indeed let out of the room, and had a slow walk around the castle with her friends and family. She made a fuss over Ambrosias, and couldn't help thinking of Merlin, who had passed away over a year ago. Sir Didymous was regaling her with stories of battles bravely fought—by him—during her recovery; Toby had her laughing over some of the tales he told of games he had played with the goblins; Hoggle complained about Jareth; and Ludo just held her hand.

"Thank you for being here for me," she said to everyone as they walked down yet another hallway. "I owe you."

"Nay, my lady!" Sir Didymous replied. "You owe us naught but your lovely presence." He swept her a bow in Ambrosias' saddle, and Sarah giggled. She buried her nose in Ludo's fur for a moment, before jerking her head up again when a set of doors opened as they passed. She froze, and the others stopped when they saw how pale she was.

"It's just the ballroom," Robert said, looking at his daughter with concern. "What's the matter, Sarah?"

"I… um… feel tired. I'm just tired."

"Then let's go back," Karen said, and she held out her hand. Sarah took it with a smile, still holding Ludo's paw in her own hand, and they turned around.

When they were nearly at the end of the corridor, Jareth poked his head around the still-open doors of the ballroom, and looked longingly at Sarah's retreating back. At the last moment, she turned her head, and her eyes widened when she saw the monarch. She blinked disbelievingly; but when she looked again, he was gone.

* * *

Two weeks later, Sarah was let out of the castle, and she walked around the royal gardens with Hoggle, admiring his planting, while Toby ran around spraying fairies. Karen and Robert were sitting on a bench under a tree, Ludo was splashing some of the water in one of the fountains, and Sir Didymous was patrolling the area with Ambrosias. Eventually, it was too much for Sarah, who wanted to return indoors.

"You all stay out here," she insisted. "I'll be fine. If I get lost, I'll call for help; but I think I'll be okay. I'm really learning my way around here."

"If you're sure," her father said, frowning.

"I'm sure."

"Then have a good rest, Sarah," Karen said, and Sarah smiled at her, nodding. Now that they didn't exist to the outside world, she was coming to accept the blonde woman more and more as her own mother, even if she technically was only her step-mother. After all, she had been there for Sarah more than her own mother had.

She climbed the stairs to the castle, and found herself in the Throne Room.

That's right, she thought, and she began to move forwards. But she stopped in her tracks when she saw the Goblin King.

"Your highness," she said, and she curtsied formally.

"Sarah, you can call me Jareth if you like," he said in a bored voice. He was lounging on his throne, tapping his riding crop against the toe of his right boot. "And you don't have to curtsy, either; particularly since you're still recovering.

"I'm no longer a patient as of this morning," she told him, standing straight again. "And we can all move to another part of the kingdom as soon as you like."

"What if I don't wish for you to leave?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"What do you…"

"I would have thought it very clear what I meant, my dear Sarah," he said. "I intend to court you." Her eyes widened, and he left his throne. He continued to speak as he walked down the steps. "After all, you know how the story goes. The king had indeed fallen in love with the princess, my darling," he said, only a few feet away from her now, and still approaching. "Oh, Sarah," he said as soon as he was right in front of her. He raised a gloved hand and stroked some hair out of her face. "I waited so long for you to come back to me."

'_My darling… please come back to me…'_

He's the voice I kept hearing, she thought, her eyes growing even wider than before. Jareth leaned in, and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. She closed her eyes briefly, opening them again as he pulled away.

"I don't… I don't want you to court me," she blurted out. The look on his face was horrible; he was hurt, broken, and torn in half all at once. He turned away from her, and strode back towards his throne.

"Then I won't bother," he said, trying to control his shaky voice. "I know I shall kick myself later for asking this, but may I ask why you are so averse to the idea of being courted by me?"

"The answer is simple," Sarah replied.

"You hate me."

"No. Far from it. It's just that I'm prepared to become your queen right now. Why delay the inevitable?"

Jareth froze, and turned around on the steps. "What?" His voice was strangled and weak. "You're… you're _what_?"

"I'm ready to become your queen—your _wife_—whenever you want me. I'll be here. Waiting."

"Why?" He was serious. He wanted to know why, before he could allow himself to hope too much.

"Well, strange as it may sound," she said, walking over to him, "I believe I really do love you. And since belief is stronger than knowledge…"

"You… love me?" he asked, closing the distance between them.

"Yes," she said, looking up at him. "I do. I love you."

"Well then," he said, and he paused. What should he say? "I love you, too, of course. So… I suppose a wedding is in order then."

"Sounds like a plan to me."

"Good," he said, smiling. "Good." The smile turned into a grin, and he laughed as he swung her up into his arms. They spun around as they kissed passionately, breaking apart to laugh some more, only to resume kissing seconds later.

* * *

Jareth returned Sarah to her rooms once she grew tired again, and went out into the garden. When Sir Didymous heard footsteps approaching, he and Ambrosias charged at the intruder, only to have the dog throw him onto the ground when he did an about-face to run from the king. The fox knight stood at attention when he saw his monarch.

"Sire!" he squeaked, and he swept a low bow. "What brings you here?"

"That is between Mr. Williams and myself. Fetch him for me."

"Of course, sire. Sir Robert!"

He ran off, calling for both Robert and Ambrosias, who was cowering behind Karen. He delivered the message to Sarah's father, who left his wife to deal with the knight and his steed, who were currently having a growling match.

"You wished to speak with me, your majesty?" Robert asked, bowing to the king.

"Yes," Jareth said. "I want your permission to marry Sarah."

There was dead silence. Everyone had heard it.

"You what?" Hoggle asked loudly. Jareth glared at him.

"Are you daring to eavesdrop, Hogsbreath?"

"Hoggle!"

"Indeed."

"You want to marry Sarah?"

"Yes, and she has agreed. But I intend to do this properly, and ask Mr. Williams' permission."

"If Sarah's happy, of course," Robert said, blinking in confusion. "I just didn't realise that things were serious between the two of you."

"Well they are now. So I have your permission?"

"Yes."

"Thank you. And, uh… either call me 'son' or 'Jareth'. And no more bowing. That goes for you, too, Mrs. Williams. No curtsying. Good day."

With that, he left them behind, smirking to himself as he re-entered the castle. He was going to marry Sarah Williams.

"_Finally_," he muttered, re-seating himself on his throne. He glanced around. "Hmm. Better get another one of these made. Although," he added, grinning, "there are definite advantages to having only one throne." And he spent the rest of the afternoon picturing himself sitting on the throne with his bride in his arms. The only time he imagined a scene with two thrones was when he was picturing little princes and princesses climbing all over their parents. They'd definitely need two thrones _then_.

* * *

Preparations for the wedding began. Jareth was going to wear a black and white version of what he had worn when he danced with Sarah in her drug-induced dream. Sarah, however, wanted a more grown-up style of dress, and began discussions with the castle's tailors. She insisted that Karen help her plan.

"After all, you've been married before," she said wryly, and Karen happily made suggestions, and assisted Sarah with her decisions.

Toby was commissioned to be ring-bearer, and Hoggle was made best man. This was more for Sarah than for Jareth, and the king had to force himself to remember the dwarf's name. Sir Didymous, as a knight of the Underground, was perfectly well qualified to conduct the ceremony, and flattered to be asked.

"Anything my liege and my lady request, I shall, of course, obey," he said, bowing.

"Just don't mess it up," Jareth said. "If you do, you and the dog are resuming bridge duty. Understand?"

"Of course, sire."

"Good. Now go. I need to speak to Hed… to Hog-gle?"

"Yes," Hoggle piped up sullenly. "Your highness."

"Right. You're going to get an outfit to match Robert's suit."

"Yes, your highness."

"…Well? Why are you still here? Go to the tailors, and tell them that you're the best… 'man', and that you require a suit like Mr. Williams'. Go!"

Hoggle scurried from the room, leaving the king to roll his eyes. He couldn't _wait_ for this wedding to be over, so that he could have Sarah all to himself at last. Just as it should be.

Her parents and brother would be staying in a villa that was being built just for them in the goblin city. After all, he didn't want his in-laws staying in the castle with them. He made sure that Sarah's friends lived near the almost-completed villa, which pleased Toby very much.

* * *

The wedding was held in the gardens, and the reception would be in the ballroom, which Jareth had magically relocated so that it was off from the throne room, giving the guests easier access after the ceremony. It was also farther away from the royal bed chambers, which suited Jareth's plans just right.

His family members lived in other realms, and didn't have the time to come to the Goblin kingdom, but that also suited Jareth. Yes, they would all meet again one day… probably… maybe. But they weren't that close to begin with, so it didn't matter. Sarah had thought that 'so sad', but he just shrugged it off.

Now it was _the_ day, and everyone in the kingdom had come to see the marriage, even if they could only see it from a distance. Magical fireworks would explode into the sky the moment the bride and groom kissed, signalling the start of the marriage. Jareth, Hoggle, and Sir Didymous were all waiting.

Ambrosias and Toby came first, the dog's tail scattering flower petals as he trotted down the aisle, acting as flower girl, and Toby carefully carrying the rings behind Ambrosias, doing his best to avoid the sweeping tail. Waiting to walk down the aisle as matron-of-honour, Karen turned to Sarah, slightly subdued.

"You look beautiful, Sarah," she said. "Never doubt that."

"Thank you."

"I'm… I'm only sorry that your mother can't be here today," she continued.

"But… but you _are_ here," Sarah said, confused. "_You're _my mother."

Karen's jaw dropped open, but she willed herself not to cry as she started her walk down the aisle, urged on by Robert. Instead, she radiated her own happiness, and soon arrived, where she waited for the bride and her father to appear.

The king's heart fairly stopped when he saw Sarah. She wore a white silk headband with ribbons of the same fabric flowing down her dark brown hair, similar to what she was wearing that day in the park, the day she wished her brother away… and they met.

The dress… ah, the dress. It was made of the same white silk as the headband, with long sleeves—not puff sleeves, thank goodness—and a beaded bodice. The coloured beads formed a picture of a white and brown barn owl, which looked just like Jareth in his owl form. There was netting under the long skirt of the dress, which made it billow out just a little; and white silk-and-beaded shoes, with silk straps running half-way up to her knees, adorned her stockinged feet. She held a bouquet of Underground flowers from Hoggle's garden.

But the smile on her face as she walked towards Jareth… that was the most beautiful thing she was wearing.

"Sarah," he said breathlessly as she stood beside him. Robert drew back, and stood beside his wife and son. Ambrosias was standing behind Sir Didymous, and Hoggle was beside Jareth, who found it nearly impossible to tear his eyes away from his bride.

"Shall we begin, sire? My lady?" Sir Didymous asked. They both nodded.

* * *

Half an hour later, fireworks set the sky ablaze, and everyone in the kingdom cheered—everyone, that is, except for the king and his new queen, who were far too happily occupied to cheer.

* * *

The reception was a whirlwind of colours. Sarah danced with her husband first, and then her father, brother, and each of her friends. Karen had finally allowed herself some happy tears after the wedding, and even referred to Sarah as her daughter during her speech.

After the dancing, the speeches, the toasts, and the cake, Jareth called for the attention of the assembly.

"We thank you all for coming," he said. "Please stay and enjoy the feast and music as long as you like. But my bride and I must now depart. Good night."

"Good night," Sarah echoed, followed by everyone else. Before they left the room, she touched Jareth's arm, and he stopped.

"What is it?" he asked quietly.

"The bouquet," she reminded him. She turned, and called for attention once more. Turning her back on the crowd, she threw the bouquet back over her shoulder. She and Jareth laughed at the mad scramble they heard behind them, and hurried from the room while everyone was distracted.

"Come, Sarah," he said, pulling her into his arms. They appeared outside his rooms moments later. He opened the door, and then swept her into his arms. They laughed as he carried her over the threshold, all the way over to the bed. He closed the door, and then walked back, where he stood at the end, knees just touching the mattress, looking down at his wife. It took him back to the horrible memory of the first time he saw her after the accident, from the night he took her back to the Underground, right through the weeks of her long recovery.

"I love you, Jareth," she said, and he snapped out of his reverie. She held out her arms, and he joined her on the bed, pulling her into his side. They lay there for some minutes, happy just to be together, and talking about the future. Eventually, however, they went quiet again.

"You know what has to happen now, don't you?" Jareth asked. Sarah nodded. "I'll be gentle…"

"I know you will. You'd never hurt me, Jareth. I know that." She kissed him on the nose. "You're my king."

"And you're my queen," he said. He gave her nose a kiss as well. "And I love you."

* * *

Five years later, Jareth was incredibly glad that he had commissioned a second throne.

Boy, had they needed it.

He looked at Sarah, who was pregnant yet again—this time with twins—and was busy planning Toby's approaching tenth birthday.

Looks like we'll need to get bigger thrones, he thought, smiling at his wife when she looked up. I must speak to Higworm about that…

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How was that ending? Was it better than nothing?

**Cue reader responses: "Nothing?"**

**You finish the quote! Oh, and review at the same time, please! I find that I get more reviews if I ask for them. *Smiles hopefully* Please don't let me down, fair readers! And there won't be a sequel to this story. I don't think. It's a matter of coming up with ideas. As to the names of the princes and princesses, you can come up with them yourselves.**

**To anyone interested in what happened to the robbers: they accidentally shot each other in the dark while they were raiding an empty house. And I apologise to my non-American readers for using the word 'flashlight', when ordinarily I'd say 'torch'. Trying not to Anglicise an American story, you see.**


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